I knew I made a mistake as soon as I saw Chloe run out of the room. She looked absolutely heartbroken. I shouldn't have flipped out on her like that, but she doesn't know that she hit a nerve by looking at my art. I've never shown anyone my art, it is my escape, my sanity, yet it is the most painful reminder for me; my mum.
Maybe I should apologize to her. I don't know what it is about her, but I have this feeling that I want to protect her from everything, maybe because I wasn't able to save my mum from everything. She reminds me of my mum.... A tear slips from my eye and I try to blink away the bad memories.
I open my eyes and am blinded by the sun pouring into the window. What time is it? I roll over to look at my clock and to my amazement its almost 2 in the afternoon. Oh my God, I slept the entire morming away! I guess the tears that I shed yesterday really took a toll on me, and we all know who is responsible for that. The tall, sexy, tatted, curly haired boy named Harry, who just so happens to live right across from me. I roll back over and stare at the ceiling, as I begin to question what the hell even happenned yesterday.
Every possible thought known to man runs through my head as I lay there and question why. Why did he move here from England? Why did he enter an advanced social sciences class? Why was he so damn hot? Why do his curls fall so perfectly on his head? I mean how is that even possible? Why did he want to talk me? Im just Chloe. There are way prettier girls out there to talk to. And most importantly, why did he freak out about his art so much? That question has me puzzled, and I have this urge to want to find out why.
As I wrap up my mental investigation/breakdown, I roll back over to look at the clock and now it's 3. Did I really just spend an hour thinking about a boy I just met yesterday? Hell yea I did.
I decide that I should probably get up and take a shower to avoid smelling like ass, so I get up and grab some clothes and start to head down to the showers. As I close my door I hear sounds coming from Harry's room. Maybe he's just finishing unpacking, but I don't think smashing is unpacking. What on Earth is he doing in there? I want to knock on the door so bad, but I refuse to be a stalker. But maybe he's in trouble. I mean he would want my help if he was in trouble right? Well, maybe I'll just stand close enough to the door to hear what's going on in there. Not being nosey, but just being a friendly neighbor you know? I mean it is my duty as a friendly neighbor to make sure that everything is alright.
After I convince myself that doing this is my civic duty, I inch closer to Harry's door until my ear is nearly touching it. I gasp really loud as I hear what sounds like glass smashing, and I think he heard me, because whatever sounds were happenning stopped, and I heard footsteps coming closer to the door. I booked it around the corner as fast as I could so he couldn't see me, and sure enough, I saw the door open and him stick his head out. He looked side to side in confusion, but thank God he didn't see me. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looks when he's confused, but I think I gave my position away, as his head shot in my direction and he starts briskly walking towards me with an unreadable expression on his face.
I woke up in a heap of sweat, gasping for air. It happenned again. I came here to America to get away from it all, to have a fresh start. Why is it happenning again? The nightmares were supposed to stop. And they did..... until Chloe. God, what is that girls problem! If I haden't met her none of this would be happenning! I didn't know that I was going to come here and meet a girl that reminds of exactly what I was trying to escape. I wish I never met her! Who am I kidding, that's not true. I felt the tingle in my body the moment I layed eyes on her in class the other day. I want to be there for her, but I'm not ready to reveal myself to her yet. Maybe in time I will. But I can't take this pain in my heart from these constant reminders. I can't have this art around anymore. It too hard! I can't sit here and look at it! I need to start over, and delete the past! I go to my box filled with supplies and sketchpads, still yet to be unpacked, and start ripping out the things and throwing them all around the room. I turn my sadness into anger as I continue to throw pencils and erasers, ripping pages out of sketch pads and throwing them at the wall. I still don't feel satisfied after destroying everything im the box, and I turn to start throwing things in my room. I knock over a shelf and smash the lamp against the wall, fuming, and I was headed for the tv when I heard a loud gasp in the hallway. What the hell?! Is someone listening to me? I swear to God people at this college are so damn nosey! I stop what I'm doing and go to the door to see who is being so freakin nosey. I open the door rather fast, but to my surprise there's nobody out there. I turn my head left and right and still nobody in sight. Maybe I'm just going crazy. Right when I'm about to go back inside I hear a giggle in the hallway. I shoot my head in that direction, and I see Chloe. Man, this girl won't quit! But I'm secretly glad that she is still around even how cruel and unfair I was to her yesterday. I head down in her direction, and as I approach her I'm still a little heated from my previous rampage, and I look at her and say "God, don't you ever stop?!" And I just turn around and storm back to my room, more angry at myself for yet again being mean to Chloe than anything.